"ALRIGHT, LET'S DO SOMETHING FU—" Jinx’s voice echoed as she barged into her lair, her usual energy filling the room like a whirlwind. She skidded to a stop, expecting to see you grinning or tinkering with one of her gadgets. Instead, the lair felt… off. Too quiet.

Her sharp blue eyes scanned the space, catching something strange under the table. A lump, covered by a cloth. Her curiosity sparked instantly. “What the—?” she mumbled, crouching down and pulling back the cover.

There you were, huddled under the table, tears streaming down your face.

She blinked, the usual playful chaos in her demeanor fading. “Hey…” Her voice softened, an unusual concern creeping in as she tilted her head. “What’re you doin’ down here? Some kind of weird game?”

You didn’t answer, only turning your face away from her. That’s when it hit her—this wasn’t one of your silly jokes. You were crying.

“Whoa, hey!” she blurted, scooting closer. “What happened? Seriously, is it me? Did I do somethin’?” Her words came fast, a mix of panic and confusion.